Giddy ~ GD

Chapter 12 - Opinionated

Exposure to the online world could lead to many mishaps, such as being exposed. Paparazzi divulge celebrities for doing the smallest of things, yet they're first instinct is, "This is a front-page article right here!" It's impeccable and a waste of time, yet society doesn't bring that to their attention, that they're studying a subject that is small and not that big of a deal.

A group of people made a huge deal about Grayson and me on a date. It was a gathering, not a wedding. Now people were trying to research me yet my name remains unknown to them. I scrolled through my phone, transferring to fan account to fan account. Soon my mind dazed off the drama as I saw the amazing edits, stories, and art they have made. I smiled at each video someone posted, imagining how long it took them to make and put thought into. I have no such talent, I can only sit on my phone and look at it.

The bright red light hanging above me flashed to green, and I drive, and instant reflex of the colour. I lightly press my right foot on the gas while tucking my phone away in the compartment, focused on the road ahead. The GPS in front of me signed I was going to arrive in a minute, giving me a little time to myself, and to look more at the fan accounts. I didn't want to follow any because they may know I am that girl from yesterday's picture.

I pulled left into a parking lot underneath the complex, where I was just a few days ago. It didn't feel secure last time, but as soon as I stepped foot into the lobby, it felt like it was my other home.

I'd gotten so close to the twins over the past week, but it didn't bug me. We were all best friends. I greeted the concierge sitting at the dark oak desk sitting next to the main door. She was small and friendly, reminding me of Florence.

"Good evening," I smile, walking over to her. "How was your day?"

She appeared to be so nice and harmless, I knew I just wanted to be friends with her instantly.

"Could've been better," She replied dully, looking up at me. "And you?"

"It was boring, school." I roll my eyes, causing her to laugh.

She stood up and walked over to the trash can, throwing out a big blue poster with glitter flying everywhere. "Enjoy it while it lasts, or else you'll end up like me."

I shine a sympathetic smile, viewing her look. Her sad, deep, dirt brown eyes stared at the poster thrown away in the metal bin. Her dark, silky, black hair tied into a bun that maneuvered side-to-side each time her head propped into another position. She had very high cheekbones and a perfect, slim nose. She was an exact replica of Florence, yet she had wretchedness all over her.

"What's that?" I question, pointing to the trash.

"That's me." She stayed silent after her remark, then suddenly chuckling to herself.

"You are calling yourself trash?" I respond glumly. "You don't deserve to call your beautiful self that."

She looked at me, a smile creeping through her lips. She tried to stop, not being able to help herself and grin. Within the minute of meeting her, it was the happiest I've ever made someone.

"Thank you." She mumbled, hiding her contentment from me by covering her face with her hands.

"So, what's that in the trash?" I repeat.

"A poster I made for my girlfriend," She sheepishly explained, "I asked her to marry me."

I let out a short and stopped shriek, recognizing it was just placed in the garbage. How sad and regretful she must feel right now.

"Oh."

She shrugged her shoulders, seeming to not care about it. "I guess we weren't meant to be."